Chapter 21 Kieran

• Frannie was turning me into some sort of sex crazed lunatic. I have occasionally gone into neutral territory to scratch an itch when needed, but I have never been the type that needs to get laid every five minutes. And I have never been into kinky shit, but with Frannie, I want it all every chance I get.
• I didn’t have anything other than a beach towel in my car to offer Frannie so she could get cleaned up after our heated interlude on the side of the road, so I pulled off at a gas station so she could use the restroom. While she was busy, I decided to grab a couple of orange sodas and a pack of menthols. I didn’t really want the damn things, but I needed something to help curb the craving I had for her.
• I opened the pack and took one out and lit it, took the first drag and slowly exhaled. ‘What the fuck are you doing with yourself Kieran? You’re here to find your mate not to fuck the hell out of a pretty little skirt,’ I thought to myself as I sat tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.